The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 6, 1923, Page 9

MARCH 6 TUESDAY JIRSULA TINENT A Novel by W. L. George. (Continued Prom Yesterday) If they cared, one and I don’t know because he was © to let him see my had not the « He tried to kiss me, but I held him/ off, “Darling, why?” “Don't touch me,” He must have hesttated between methods, for at first I felt his muscles | right.” taut, as if he proposed to caress me/ by force, Then he thought tt wiser enou Sopyright, 1971, by Harper & Mrothers Looking up they saw an automobile with wings, roosting on a tree. When the Tins mixed-up school, they heard @ queer Dapping sound overhead. And looking up they saw an auto- mobile with wings, roosting on @ the queer | |ting her hands over her ears. “Don't | say anything more, please, We are| getting so mixed up we'll soon be/ Mix-Uppers ourselves.” Of all the queer things they had men in Mix-Up Land, this was the just telling you,” I'm not so crazy as I mobiles that fly have some advan- |tage over automobiles that roll on the ground | got of the steeple?” “Want a ride?” offered the auto | le obligingty. thank you, “If ft's quite safe.” “Satet’ laughed “Why, I'm just as safe as a balloon ‘With a hole in {t, Nothing could be| eafer than that.” Nick laughed. “Mix-Up Land is ®ich @ queer place we don't know What is safe and what isn't. Why do you fly instead of run?” “Why does the sun shine at night, shine in the day- time?’ asked the queer automobile. “Why does anythin Mix-Up Land? W chirp and sparrows trumyet, Tons bark and dogs roar, why is the &rass blue and the sky green, why naid you guide me right, I can run into It and wreck {t.” @ do anything in | | “Oh, oh, oh! cried Nancy put- The automobile rattled tts bolts. { “Well, you asked ma so I was it answered. “But look, Auto Do you atill wish to to Jack Straw’s house on top “You, yea, yest’ cried both Twins at once. “We want to put him out and put King Even-Steven in.” a “Then climb up and jump in, the automobile, “Perhaps With shouts of glee, in scrambled the Twins, and away flew the auto. mobile. Mix-Up Land looked like a game of a hundred colors spread out be- low. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Stary tthe 929 A THRILLER every story book reader couldn't have been with David and Peggy when Mr. Wiseman told them his Because he not only had had| over the fome exciting experiences, but he knows exactly how to tell about them #0 that you feel as If you Were actually living them with Of course he lives right here in Beattie, han lived here since fent- tle was a littie, scattered town down by the bay, but you couldn't all go to neo him and hear him tell about it, so we'll do the best we can to tell it straight, os the Kiddies got jt. The very year that Seattle was . Winernan waa born, fo that when his parents crosned 1863, he was just In fact, he took his first steps trying to get hold of an ox whip which was out of reach. The Wivernan family, Ike #0 Tany of tho pioneers, tried sev blue hills. the plains In chose a hore. ‘while in Portiand, Indian Cree, Porfland again, felt quite nure s over they went to Walla They lived a little and a while at | the savage, his mother and a promim just 7 years OIRO rn ener ye Seattle * Pytory Fooly | old, when they reached thelr now home, and Walla Walla had the fort and one old slab house, noth- ing else. But painted clear and beautiful on thy child's mind was the picture they got as they came hill, Like the shining silver sticks of & great fan, five rivers came to- gether there (Walla Walla means “many waters,” you know), Each clear river bordered with the pale green of willows, and all the coun- try between covered with lush grads, green ax an emerald, and high as the aide of a horns, and growing thick among the tall grasses, tons and tona of wild pea vines, and, on beyond, the line of No wonder the picture in still clear in his mind Of thone earlier years Mr, Wi man told only one story—that was about when he was a tiny tot, shortly after they reached the const. Hin mother was alone one day when an Indian came to the door, Indians were on the warpath and Dick knew it, 8o when he saw he picked up & flet fron, almost too big for his baby strength to lift, and stood benide with fire in his eye, to “fix ‘im if the Indian offered to hurt h (To Be Continw | still fresh, seek mino, | tho I believe In votes, When men reason they pt us as much as we puzzle them when we L maid: “AN rig o why y were lunching with her,” Business.” Hn I couldn't reproach | him; he had merely scuttled a sinking ship, But he was not mure of me ye and talked for a long tima He grew cynical. All things had to end; Hadie had had her chance; she'd played her cards badly. I thought, “Comedian!” Tt was no us my trying to ride the high horse over him; he wasn't going to badgered by any woman. “Tragedian.” Or again, Sadie still bad the work she loved, the film; he was very sorry for Badia, tho It couldn't be helped. Also he'd introduce her to everybody he knew, no as to give her a chance. “Ingenu!” At last he took my hands again; his face very close to ming, he mur- mured: You see how it is? You understand, don’t you?” I nodded. “You don't believe there's anything | between Christine and me, do you?” Again I nodded. “Well, then,” he mutters sentence expired as our | Oh, I did love him; I co ft. 1 know ft was physical he held me like that I him. Perhaps his beauty me even when I found E and the a mot. but when n't resist thraliod him on today, when I remember smoothness of those golden under my hands, when for a moment base, the waves & ghostly memory takes on a ma terial form, and lips forgotten, but motst and de- sirous, carry upon thetr firm lines a faint aroma of Egyptian tobacco, I tell myself that I love him still, wayward demigod, accidental demon women go to thelr grave without lov- ing, but I know what It’s like, like having a fishhook tn one. hurts, but you can’t get It out. CHAPTER VII Never Again 1 Sometimes I wish I had pride, and the right kind of feelings. Life would be easier be. Pawilott, larranged an irregular alliance | tween Christine and Mr. I suppone I ought to have drawn my- self up to my full height and xald | “All is over between ts, sir.” Only life is @ long way from the Lyceur. One’n weak. One loves, Another way of putting It Instead, well, I didn’t accept what he'd done, but I decided to let ft alone, Being a woman, I could tell myself that I wasn't quall- | ted to oriticive business methods, At least that’s how L-put It to myself in the end. fo we Hved very happily for the next three or four months. I suspect that my condonation of his behavior had something to do with It; T was {n an inferior position to him, and, nale equal ity, all that, f can't help believing |that men and women lve most hap: | pily on h basis of alight feminine tn- ferlority, Besides, Jullan was charming. He waa also more Interesting, becatise now I was in a way his accomplice, and so he let me see something of his social maneuvers, Thus, 1 un derstood how he made so much money in an occupation which gener ally yields only @ thousand or #0 a ar, I grew used to his methods, One day | to buy an entire wet of evening frocks, by informing her that a friend of his, the assistant editor of The Perfect Lady, wanted to reproduce them. . . and why should she not be repro duced with the frocks? Another day he captured a young peeress and made her buy three models for a hundred gutneas each, by whispering that thene were ordered by a cole brated actrews. He drove her round to the London and Brighton goods station, collected the took it to her house, promised to tell the actress that the lost, Time would be Jin making inquire wiille the peeres the models hen she should return them. The linings would bo changed. The ao- modula were wa Idn't help Lote of It's) proper | When 1 dis- | covered that Julian had Dractically | Jullan persuaded a woman | E THE ONE-MAN WOMAN |(C yatluia Grey? w do you mean, bust ? BY BUTH AGNES ABELING ie gaa ~ we she wants @ frock, surely sho can | Girl Loses Her Job—Good Clothes Win. go round to I a's |. “Now. don't start eft agaia. You CHAP, 75—"TO KATHERYN, MY WIFE BY CYNTHIA GREY Jto relax, got up, stood away, let mo|*¥rely don’t think that I'm going to| Kate would have known, she, Is a girl, who is easy to look at, more likely to be ful o my eyes. pend be » lunching Chris thought, had she seen the trunk] in the busine world? 7 Now,” be sald, “what's all this| fF he sake of « frock? Wouldn't! bottom anywhere, that Dan's nds | | m4 . 5 J “nse | Pay. There's quite another game on.|had arranged it. And whe felt as | Can a girl, who is dressed well, take a job away from a 1 A bitterly, “Is it| ttle Bear, Pu ¢ you a bit of]if she dared not touch it | girl who is not dressed well? | we whe t you lunching | B&W*—Pawlett’s chucked & | Fi yp ae | Are men unconsciously, but very powerfully, affected by on the sly with another woman Ob Sadie was dow That's why! be a for her, the letter of| | dre aa? e “My dear girl Julian kicked her, But I was puzaled. | whton Lathan | , mes La had told her, | t surn ing that H 1 l tent d ef- nt try-to be amecth, Why| (That's that got to do with roy at Boa Heo MN i urprising that a girl gives so much attention and ¢ you own up? One doean’t bunch | uach a ‘it gait fort to the matter of buying silk stockings, emart suite and with a-girl as pretty as Christine} “Didn't you isten to what I sald y tnged with fear attractive general attire? without there being something in it. | T Pawlett ought to chuck | What, if there, among those folded | ls dress an essential, rather than an asset, if a modern don't i hat there a1 + 7 t anything be | n me that th Wasn't, |As soon as he ything b s of white pape be found} girl expects to pro, in a modern office or store? 1 suppose you'll tell me you met her | Well, he's got It, and it's Christine words which would utterly de LOSES P TI J in the Haymarket, and she suggested | He took out his watch. “Yes Now|stroy her fa prbggeaed sb hd YOSES PO! ITION ‘ou mul ch togethe She o - hristine. “ ¥~ , ( Ni yf T. you should lunch together, She over. |!t's Christin break her heart! Her impulse was ACCOUNT CLOTHE og oA ir You couldn't} I had o horrible suspicion. “But|to put back the broken cover and| Read thie little from @ heartbroken girl who thinks she knows say no. It wouldn't have beea polite, | you don't mean that you arranged let the little trunk continue with its| why she lost her position last we would it s ol t vable Julian | secret Could she endure the re rs se -_ wes nhcheing in ter a ad und 2 He looked realty sorrowful Don't not for money mainder of ber life if the proof of| pointed and frightened. It te a9 ¢ be out of.a job t kne tee fee ee M's Bot! “Oh, don't be silly! “You look at| Alice's story should be put into her] Where to get anot a cg na veg" Nee | me as if I was a white-slaver. Course, | nds thus? And what of Dorothy have been work 4 her in & businéan office where there FR Aor ved vay ithful. to bs ¢ t do to be too particular, but| then? If she should finally be forced Are reveral men. 4 { nella | van extra girl m4 vmUntalthtul!” hee teneated oxtity, |Chtistine had a sort of prejudice |t acknowledge to herwolf that ahe| | Work three or fou m week. There wae enough for both of wan : P Against Pawlett. Somebody had to| ¥## Dan's daughte muld she love ‘ ‘ ut stu “ y What re , xe aay 1 haven't been |talk her over i det and. au that ahd, to me 4s they used to do. Every once in awhile 1 ad a on ~ ah neleas, pert orm p : Perhaps not. But you will be| “Why should you be that person T’| "A homeleas, give her. the home <A a ats ok PS ae ey Oe soon.” | “Heeause I m h only r 4 n cause I was the only person| 5 ne us rus king ‘ Kate urned to da the windo “With Christine? Don’t be a fool,| Who could make Christine believe | mara thes tar on ‘et bmgpes ‘ of time fixing u om > If it was to be with Christine, it'd that her volos would last three acta”| ine outlines of her father's anes SHE TURNED IT OVER AND r,t of the t ' 4 was becaui have been long ago. Oh, women! Why do it?" I said, quite bewll-/1n nis arms he atill carried the jittle| READ ON THE ENVELOPE: “TO| if f it yen! what a damn siuleance you | dered girl, He was moving slowly towara| “ATHERYN, MY WIFR.” t t all are! Just because we're Men and} “Beoause,” said Julian, pain the house, The child's bod a I have t ¢ quite but I women we can’t meet; we can't talk. | ing if Chris is sure of her Hr maa meer wae F | Bilndly she reached into the trunk] Know mn rl, with bett “ sleep. One might think you'd caught me | Vob she will want to show It off. Kat and lifted the packet of letters) clothes, came alc Pie w fc man Kn tohed her fat stride | comt t of a private room at| lf wants to show it off, ahe| a) gle ed : . = her stride) wnich her hand touched. Ja girl go just beca © couldn't 4 as well as some other |} Won't be able to get away from the paul % pe yor stander She turned ft over and read on the! mayt a ‘ ie AKL I shrank. 1 don't know why that|/Cinema and on to the stage unl iaid cass ha cAerees yg | ooo. | SBvelope: | PROB. ABLY THAT rt mo em, It ck at the | Momebody finance musical comedy | tion of wtf ne Katheryn, my wife.” a ; eenian t ‘ idle . ian't for hans. ai ria on ne of his walking, She saw him! pan had pi nd her Katheryn tal 2 THE REASON t kiss the face whi upturned | ¢ 4 At last I managed to speak. | “ne this was, with | hes peice : —_ hk PLUFHEd | Khe had loved his use of the name.| cause of her better clothes was correct. why ain iF ae at me ‘ a tan | (& sort of pider s Whi siden es ae " Xt soeeted more inti ate, on kis ipa | It is a fact most men are very much influenced by clothes oy Gans a you com “ be #é » YOU'T*) mist gathered in Kate Ward's eyes. 7 qd hace ~ ne They are more susceptible to color and color combinations give you the reason if I liked, but | dense! Look } Aatine wouldn't | ing ent erect, Monk atv yen. | on th why should I? Am I not free to|look at Pawlet, but, now that I'velteara the first in pene while) Bho trembled as her fingers) ‘lan women h with another woman? Do I|convinoed her that she can sign.| siowly down her aby hola touched the © rub band wh They like to see the well-dressed woman—the Pibokcacs ke a fuse because you lunch with | she'll look at Pawlett as a capitalist A si ¢ tat: oom pee pei bhry held the letters together. Time had! groomed woman, *hartie BY |Pawlett will finan eerr . a ome whi MM. outworn Ita elastic ped 4 Weta sore | peers She her per peolar cache was still so much the woman| apart. aaticity, It anapped!” They seldom wonder how much time or money it takes a} “always?” |ber that, some time ago, Saartvobke “Figen should love the motherless| (To Be Continued) loo to look well. In fact, many of them don't care. Julla Do you doubt me?” jand I exchanged a little bit of paper, SR at ier | (Copyright, 1938, by N ) Dress is not absolutely an essential to holding a job. But} “Well + You're doubting me, all | according to which, If I get his thing ‘ | > “lit is a great asset in thrusting one's personality onto the at- on the boards, I am to do the 40/ tress would wear her cast-off. If| les, where one held o 1 | ea, w i with elbows) tention o. e world, and there increasing one’s position, This bewildering tt of logic was|frocks. That's at least 160 guineas|the trick was found out, the pecreas| and knoes aes ys Shad ‘Cir te idk Py, Ie ne y Fs ne ; gh to knock out my argumenta | Commission for un." would reply that she'd given them to| We had cream everywhere, and a le well-dressed girl is likely to make leaps forward in — — “Oh,” I cried, “It's horrid!” | her maid to began to grow o litt ne heat, her work, while the girl, who is just part of the drab atmos- | “Why horrid? Pawlett’s keen on| “But what about your client, the! to the satisfaction of Jullar m who wala phere—tho neatly dressed—may stick at her old post for Christ Foll, he's ny, Chris. | actre ankee he fire | nristine. Weil, he's happy. Chris- | actres 1 asked at when he first came across me years, without being given a chance to step up a notch. | tine wants to be « star; she gots her ‘Oh, she! Bhe's ceased to matte vor he kinsed me he feared I'd eee stecee Aa = jehance. Meerbrook wants his light| She's taken @ five-year contract in| rattle. We were so far away from is Saas saceanhen ele | Opera staged. He getw it. And I get, thd States the world in Bkye, We only got the| ture sinally ‘invented? . High-speed motion picture cam- | hot only 160 guineas, but the hell of We went to Sootiand for a month.| Dally Mall threo times a week. One gs tetas sara «Tee = at ._ | eras, which make possible the dow- an advert. Everybody's happy. He wanted to take me to Braemer, | didn't hing that mattered ex-| About § o'clock, I suppose’ motion picture, were first designed What about Sadie? I asked and chaffed me when I wouldn't co.|cept get fat and brown. I should| «wo + re Pa ‘ | “Ob, Sadie!" said Julian 1" mee,” he eald. “Afraid of having |b : ; ; ; No ‘about,’ I implore you," Janet | and built in 1918 by the United States wil at ul } 1 “Afraid ng | have Uk > stay there forever, in| answered earnest! Bandy shall, jbe all right, She'll get somebody |to introduce me to the king?’ Hea cottage by a wandering burn, print-|eatch you some trout this afernoon, | "24 24” factory tm collaboration | elae, wan right, I was rather afraid of/ing above the door, “Forever wilt|/and they must be-werved to the sec. | “HA the Edison laboratories for the “Will she? Weren't you saying) meeting people in the Ballater dis-| thou love and he be fair.” It's lucky| ond. Say a quarter to eight, please.” | sclentific atudy of the mottone of pro- that she was losing her looks? trict. In the end we went to Skye./1I didn’t. I should have got bored. I| “1 will be punct Ip ed. | Jectiles im flight. Up until that time He turned on me awiftly. “Well,| Bkye felt sale Tt rained nearly all| know that sounds cynical, but, as I've r hay Fe |no camera would take more than tn that case she'd noon have lost Paw-| the time. Whedi aid “not, wel said, I don't have the right kind of] 1 spent the afternoon wandering |@Dout 16 exposures per second, but lott the same. Be what harm | od rocky peaks with unpro-| feelings rie spect the’ golt | tis study of projectiles demanded a have I done her? Rounceable names, via terrifying gu (Continued Tomorrow) and speaking on telephone. |Camera whtoh would take over 100 Ho was right —— Punctually at 20 minutes to eight 1) ¢=P0sures per second, [felepraot Hasierg We Feature Holeproo Hosie 3ecause we find it best fitted to carry out the quality and value giving ideals of this store. Cheasty’s Second at Seneca passed up the long, neglected drive} and presented myself at the front door of the somber-looking houses. The summons of a harsh bell was answered almost immediately by an immaculate butler. Janet, from the other end of the cool white hall, came forward to meet me. The dinner was well cooked; the champagne was ex- cellent; and my bost, with a twinkle in his eyes, called my attention to the fact that It was opened in my Presence. As soon as the last course | was concluded, Janet led the way out The Leeds Bank | Robbery BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM Copyright, 192%, by E. Philips Oppenheim Arrgt. N. EB. A. Bervica, Ina is. Stepping from the bank the Queen's two nights,” I remarked. “How do you : jonto the f verrate, whert WEGIN HEME TODAY went on aketching. He wached mo| 00 the flagged terrace, where a Sih NORMAN ORE neriy | with thinly velled anxiety, | 1 ¥ . | fa devoting his time|” ) ' vert and coffee Vet |. “Toffs they were,” he went on, “on| “You are a brave man, Sir Nor- 1; maee te “eaves nab Event eatin cae oe way up for @ bit of sport.” man,” my hosteas sald abruptly. ailas of Manfield. Mic drives in| “Maybe,” I commented. “They hy?” I asked, & email car Brown's bank tn tne | didn’t teem in any hurry about it”) “You know—and you alone—that thee otadobt etree tia cote | ef that do you mean? I once killed a man—altho you don't | And robs the bank of over | don't see why they stayed at| altogether know- why,” she went on| | softly know that I ritig.® fourtng cor fara awaite| “Who sald they did?” he de-| have not within me the makings of oe haningi os os for footiand. a|™Manded. “Thay stayed one night,|@ modern Lucrezia? I have read seadehorate sale heap feared takes | and grumbled at hav i to do that.”| quite a good deal about polsons- | ee Ot tne Ummall ear and le arrest-| “How do you know?” I asked, look-| may be sald even to have studied the Dh petted pene rarer (ERATE 9 mubjeet and you have delivered | SAY **BAYER” when you bu In two otor cars and a motoreyele, | I spoke to the chauffeur,” he re- you if into my hint = vA Y- leaving ne evidence of theft on Bayers’ | plied mulleniy. “He told me my oll ‘Why should you polson mer" | | Was leaking.” | I changed the subject, finished my argued. “I will do both you and your | | husband the credit to’belleve that you | NoW GO ON WITH #ronY rik ‘ : | ridiculous sketch, and handed over|don't bear mi SIR NORMAN RESUMES | the five pounds. That night 1 caught | senseleas nentiment.” | ¢, ot spe to have done: every-| the mail train to Scotland. . . . My host leaned forward thing possible, Rimmington,” I sald) 1 took me leas than a week to die-|chair. His face was solemn and| at last, “but I think, as my Norway| cover the whereabouts of the man | brooding. trip has fallen fiat, I shail go up to| and the w Scotland for a fortnight. Would you passing ecidaci te pallor ier vant like me to call over at Leeds and 9! stra Harold Grover. On the “You have things against me dat- ing from far back,” he said. I nodded. morn- if T can: plok up anything?" |ing after my arrival at the very re-| “But I am in the same position as | “Exactly what I hoped you would mote corner of Scotland where they | Scotland Yard," I reminded him. suggest,” he confessed eagerly. “I| had taken up their temporary abode, |For those things I have no case. |have brooded over the affair so long | committed an indincretion, 1| For those misdemeanors of which I |that I can think of nothing but the | donned @ knickerbocker guilt and set| suspect you in the past, I could at | obvious aide. The chief will give you | out for a tramp over the moora I| the present moment go only #0 far & letter to the Leeds people, Would! had just clambered up to the top of/as to procure a warrant charging you like mo to come with you | I shook my head. That night I traveled down to Loods. There & little ridge overlooking the sea,|you with feloniously wounding a po- when I came face to tace with a little | lice inspector. For the rest, Im party ascending !t from the other! pect, but I have no proof.” side. Tho little party conaisted of “You suspect what?” he asked. the person I had known chiefly as| I shook my head. wan nothing about the} nelghborhood which differed ma-| Mr. Stanfield, his wife, a villainous-| “There are limits to my candor,” T| | terially from Rimmington's dercrip- | looking gillle, and two dogs. It was| protested mildly, “You must admit | tion. I pald a yimit to the place at|® curious moment, full of sugges-|that I am not secretive or unduly i Jexactly the hour the robbery had| tions of tragedy, afterward ridicu-| aloof, Inasmuch as I dine at your }been committed, waiked from tho|loun in its conventionality. 1 saw | grocery store to the bank, carefully|the flash of the man’s gun, and I timing myself, and made some trifling purchases inside tho shop. The nefghborhood avemed to be thick- ly built over and populated in tablo, discuss your peccadilioes and | pase on, like an ordinary guest. saw the woman's hand restrain him,| (What I may pect of the past T heard the single word whispered In| keep to myself. I am your enemy, his ear, I raised my cap; he fol-/and you know it. If It pays you to lowed sult. His gun hung idly under/ attempt to murder me, I tmagine There is no patches, but here and there were va-| his arm. My hand was inside my| you will try.” cant lots. The Jand opposite the|brenst-pocket, clutching something| “Janet would desert me if I ald,” mornings, grocery was marked out for building, | hard. he declared with a grim amile, “She heat but operations as yet had not been| “What an extraordinary moeting!"| finda these little conferences with and whole w begun, Later in the day I tracked Roberson to ground In his favorite | public-house, Choosing my opportu- nity, T addroased him “Are you the man whom the police made such {diots of themselves about in this bank robbery?" I asked. “What the hell's that to do with you?" he answered. Hin tone was truoulent, but he ob- | viously only needed a ilttle humor- ing. Janet exclaimed with a faint smile, “So you sometimes take @ holiday also, Sir Norman?" “Sometimes,” I admitted. “T camo | home unexpectedly from Norway. I was disappointed in my fishing.” “Aro you aware that you're tres- passing, mon? the gillto noverely, “I'm afraid I didn't know it,” 1 replied. “There were no notices.” “It doesn't matter,” Janet inter- easily digested. you so inspiring.” She looked at me with that won- derful smile of hers, She was a littl way behind a pillar, and her taco was hidden from her husband, “Tt do not like to hear you say that | |we are enemies,” she murmured, “I demanded | would rather think that we are like the soldiers who fight in two oppos- ing armies, We fight because It Is our duty. So we are enemies because ft is our duty. Even that does not Page ielng gacat ‘water to cover hot cereal really can be. me do a sketch of you.” They ile verra close hereabouts,”| golf as your husband.” | Hin manner changgd at once. the gilllo observed. “We'll take a] “And what about me? she de- or toppe ’ with “You don't want an Interview?” little further sweep.” manded. tains “Not likely,” T asmured him, com-| “How long are you staying in these} “You drive me to be obvious,” 1| monoing a rough sketch in a note- book which | had put into my pocket for that purpose, “T read the cane myself, A fool could ee that you had nothing to do with ft." Ho stopped drinking and looked at me curiously “It T were the polices,” I went on, "T should want to know a Iittlo| parts, quire “About a week, I answered. “I've taken the Lodge, there,” he pointed out. “Call fee us before you leave.” Won't you come and tonight?” Janet Sir Norman?" in- Stanflold replied, “No one could possibly dis- like a person who contributed to the beauty of the world.” She laughed softly. “Why, you are a courtier, Sir, Nor- man,” she declared. “Your compll- ments and the perfume of those roses and the flavor of the Renedic- tine are getting into my head. T be- , if T ke the golf,” a real whole-wheat butter, soft cheese or down and dine with invited, with a us more about the two tourists on their | challenge In her eyes gin to ploture you as the serpent who way to Scotland.” I healtated. 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